We had a guest lecturer in my Intro to Human Geography class
I’m afraid I can’t spell his name (I think it was “Ndgaeh”), but he was from Kenya and I absolutely adore the global perspective he gave us in his teaching. I will never forget his beautiful accent and how happy he was when he told us “We are all Kenyans!” And it’s true - humanity, it is believed, first appeared in Kenya. It’s really awesome, that this man pointed out the one thing that unites us all in a time of such divisiveness and hateful thinking.
Next time you think someone is too different from you for whatever reason, please remember what this wonderful educator taught me: “We are all Kenyans!”
Hello! I really want to put together a Happa Zine and was wondering if you would post this or submit or signal boost.
The zine is called Happa Pidgin and I’m requesting creative pieces (drawings, sketches, poems, stories, photographs, lists, etc…) that describe people’s experiences trying to navigate this world as Happa. I myself am Pilipina, Japanese, and white.
I’m not requesting photographs of submitters because I don’t identity police (especially since most people don’t believe I’m Asian just by looking at me), but I do request that people send a link to their blog or other online presence so that I know they are real and can get to know them.
However, if you want to submit a photo of yourself I am happy to accept that as well, for I will probably submit a photo of myself as a way to push back against what Asians are “supposed to look like.”
Also, if you want to submit and live in L.A. I would be down to meet with you :) Please ask questions or submit pieces to my blog causeicraft.tumblr.com or e-mail me at email@example.com As this zine grows I will make a specific blog for it.
Thank you! <3
“So, what am I?” [submitted by anonymous]
Actually, I don’t feel a desperate need for a label. There’s a whole collection that could apply to me and not one of them nor the whole collection would actually describe me.
For today I’m mostly interested in the label Sissy.
I am not what most people would expect of a sissy. I’m 6’3” and weigh in at about 240 lbs. I am a well paid professional, a father, and a craftsman. I am renovating my house with no professional assistance, including doing all my own plumbing and wiring, and no - this is not your average DIY disaster - I know what I’m doing. I regularly lift beams weighing up to 150 lbs and have on occasion lifted structures weighing in at over 300 lbs. I am - to use the Australian vernacular - built like a brick shit-house. I enjoy bungy-jumping, white water rafting, rock-climbing (My best is an Australian grade 22 lead climb - equivalent to a US 5.11a), bushwalking, caving, snorkelling (With a best free-dive to 60’) and scuba-diving (PADI advanced license - planning to train as a dive medic). I am at home in the australian bush, and have frequently handled snakes and spiders. I have performed a minor operation on myself using a scalpel to cut deep into damaged flesh. All in all, by many measures I would be seen as quite macho. I do try to make sure I am broadly skilled, and I can cook a meal, bandage an injury, change a nappy, talk with some confidence on politics, religion, or most science topics. I have a lot of privilege and am working to understand how it impacts those around me, and how best to grant as much privilege to them as well (I don’t think it’s a zero-sum-game).
I would like to think that in my own way I am reasonably broadly able.
So where does being a sissy come in?
Well that’s the thing - I am a sissy - it’s not part of what I do generally, but its a lot about what I feel. I’m not going to burst into tears if you push me. I learned a long time ago to stand up to bullies.
For me being a sissy is about wishing I could comfortably express a more feminine side. It’s about loving lace and soft fabrics. It is about wishing I could be cute and sexy and innocent and delicate. It is about wishing people instinctively wanted to look after me (rather than to be looked after by me)
Anyone with a basic psych 101 will be seeing all the macho stuff as compensation, and some of it is, but in practice I’ve come to understand that that comes from other sources altogether.
I’m posting this today, because I’ve read some other sissies posts and I want to be clear that what works for them isn’t good for all sissies.
(I am not saying they are wrong to want what they want - that’s them not me)
I don’t want you to cum in my face.
I don’t want you to bend me over the end of the bed and take me till I scream.
I don’t want you to humiliate me.
Most importantly - you DO need my permission to do anything to me - I may be a sissy, but I have the right to your respectful treatment.
Now if you talk with me, explain your desires, and enquire about mine, then we might find a way to play that we’ll both like.
I often wear pretty panties, and I’d be very happy to talk about good places to buy them it larger sizes (or even to show them off to you). I have a lot of cute dresses, and would love to play dress-ups. For the right girl, I’ll bend over the end of the bed and take it till I wet myself. But only after we negotiate like adults about what we each want and how we will play safely.
In other words, while I am always and I expect I will always be a sissy, I am also an adult, with the right to sovereignty over my body, just as I expect you are and have over yours.
My nature grants no-one any rights over me.
These days sissy is a badge I wear with quiet pride. I hope you can wear your chosen labels in the same way.